Telegram Lyrics

On hotel paper, she wrote
her man a message she said
that ships in bottles
don't smell like the ocean.

So in response, he wrote
his girl a letter; he said
"I'm heading southbound
on Highway 57."

In late December, she sent
her man a package, it was
her old collection
of dolls for little children.

In a gas station, he sent
his girl a postcard, it showed
wheat fields with ravens.
Wheat fields with ravens.

[repeat.]